Within the pale orb of the night sky,
The bard plays a tune in the serenity of life.
A gypsy spirit soon arrives,
To Dance under the spell of a crescent night.
The gypsy free the bard secretly grins,
Enchanted by the music the dance begins.
Swaying to happiness of the freedom within,
Sorrow now carries weightless in the wind.
Dawn soon approaches breaking the spell.
The dance of the magical gypsy belle.
Transforming back to reality once again,
She hides the gyspy spirit deep within.
The bard gently takes her small frail hand,
Twisting the golden ring, her wedding band.
Gently places a kiss upon her cheek,
Whispers softlly, " Dear wife shall we again next week?"
~^*Lady Syndra*^~
05/17/02
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Color a rainbow upon the painted canvas of life,
Build a dream upon the imagination of wishes,
Plant the seeds of hope with faith in thy garden,
Live within the boundaries of honor and chivalry,
Feast upon the foundation of love and all its treasures,
Drink from the etiquette chalice of grace and charm,
Play a musical tune upon the strings of thy heart,
Cling to thy values of all that is good in thy soul,
Adorn thyself with the jewels that shine within the night,
Dance to the rhythm of the falling leaves of the seasons,
Thy castle will surely stand forever within the hourglass of time.
~^*Lady Syndra*^~
05/04/02
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A crashin thunderous sound rips through my memory,
Of a dutiful squire and his simple task of the armors emery,
Clanging maces, spears so true, swords were plenty,
knights with pages, Lords and Ladies, there seem to be so many,
Music from the lute was played, magic filled the air,
Fairies flew to and from with gentle ease and modest care,
Lingering within this memory, hoping time would stand still,
Adventuring, grasping, holding to journeys magical thrill.
~^*Lady Syndra*^~
02/03/02
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